Chapter 132: A Pyrrhic Victory

"Ahhh..."

A roar, like that of a vengeful ghost from the depths of hell, erupted from the center of the stone platform. Accompanying it was a terrifying aura that seemed to push back against the ages, as if an ancient beast, having slumbered for billions of years, had suddenly awakened to shake the world to its core.

"He... he actually swallowed the true blood directly!"

"Pfft!"

Countless human warriors outside the stone platform trembled. Those with weaker cultivation even spat out blood, their eyes filled with horror. Under this oppressive aura, they felt like a lone boat in a vast ocean, on the verge of capsizing at any moment.

What terrified them even more was the sheer ferocity and decisiveness of Luo Hao, who had swallowed the true blood in one gulp.

The most shocked among them was Xiao...

As for the third brother, Chu Jianshan, his entire family had led lives of hardship; they had almost all perished due to illness.

When Lin Yuma probed with his divine sense, he found only a void. Just as he was about to withdraw his consciousness, he suddenly discovered strange phenomena appearing within the bronze mirror. It was as if chaos had just begun and heaven and earth were being divided; within the previously blank space, a chaotic, void-like world had emerged.

He had promised to protect those around him, yet he ended up being protected by the very people he sought to guard, even at the cost of their sacrifices.

"Is there truly no cure for my ailment?" The Great Emperor of the East Sea stared blankly upward with cloudy, aged eyes, his gaze unfocused and his voice listless.

Xu Yang gripped the Four-Illusion Staff. A ring of hazy golden light emanated from it, deep and resplendent like the starlight in the distant sky on a dark night, accompanied by faint, continuously flowing violet spirit patterns. With the spirit of the Mount Tai Gold Essence now residing within, the staff’s quality and presence were far beyond anything the Three-Illusion Staff could compare to.

However, beyond Nangong Jiu’s redirection of anger, the two looked at that blade—a legend within the forbidden grounds of the Duan Family Mountain—with eyes filled with unmistakable longing.

At this moment, the power of religion came into play. With Huizhi and the others having left Mingdu, the three million survivors were left without guidance, and the Holy See seized the opportunity to infiltrate.

But he knew his senior sect leader too well. He knew that the senior would never listen to his advice, just like the last time in Yanjing; he had tried to persuade him several times, but in the end, he had failed.

Over the years, the Hidden Fox had lived in seclusion in the city, while the Underworld Serpent, unwilling to remain idle, traveled the world and secretly investigated the secrets of Jiayuguan Pass.

Two hours passed. Outside the Heavenly Bead, red, yellow, and green light rays swirled, revealing the figure of Xu Yang.

"I have nothing to explain to you, nor is there any need to. I only wish to leave this place now. Do you think you can block my path?" Li Xiaoyi’s tone was now icy cold.

Jin Yuji and Bobona scrambled up from the ground. In the darkness, they could not see each other, and they were instantly overcome with panic.

"He Xiao, was all of this arranged by you?" I mustered every ounce of strength to force the words out, my teeth chattering with every syllable, my jaw clicking audibly.

Just as Fells stood dumbfounded, Ling Xiao and Mossad stepped into the elevator at the end of the corridor. Mossad pressed the button for "28," and the elevator began to ascend.

Beyond Ke Ziqi and Luo Tianya, there were many others in the café. When Cheng Zhenni called out Ke Ziqi’s name and uttered such cruel words, she immediately drew the attention of everyone present.

Recalling last year’s 'Love Festival,' Lan Ruoxin remembered the figure of Hu Meier, which had long been discarded into a corner of her mind.

A loud crash echoed. Unexpectedly, the arrow was caught firmly in the hand of the Demon Fiend. The powerful force blew back her hair, but it stopped as quickly as it had begun. No one knew how she had neutralized the momentum, but after toying with it for a moment, a gentle and unexpected smile bloomed on her face.

Elena lacked the courage to confront Meiqidelan, but with Ling Xiao backing her, her heart suddenly felt warm, filled with an indescribable sense of comfort.

The black Cayenne slowly vanished into the flow of traffic, yet the fear instilled in Lin Shuxin by Mu Mu lingered on.